I’m always perplexed as to why I have to give out my zip code to buy things…like…say YARN!
This started when I got one of those 50% off coupons in the paper last Sunday. You know the ones. They come in the flyer for the craft stores out there in the retail world. And since it’s 50% off, you can’t resist! Hmm…new needles (limited sizes and styles of course). Hmm…new yarn. But only one would be half off. So, off I go yesterday to said (well unsaid, but you can guess) craft store, hubby along for the ride, and make a beeline straight for the yarn aisle.
Of course I ponder…yarn or needles? And had the size 10 ½, 29-inch circulars in my hand for my next project (ravelry link:
here)(but don’t have the yarn yet), but again wander down the yarn aisle and get seduced by a nice grey Paton’s Wool (dark grey mix to be exact). Hmm…that would make a great hat (
this one ravelry link) and with the coupon, well, that’s just too good to resist! Frugal knitting at it’s best!
So, I stand in line, hubby comes in (he went to his bookstore in the same strip mall) right when I get to the cashier. Proudly I hand over that great yarn that’s going to be created into a lovely cabled hat, along with the coupon. And what does the "nice" lady cashier do? She rings up the yarn, the coupon and then flings the yarn into the bag. And I do mean fling. You could hear those sheep cry out in pain as that skein hit the crunchy plastic! Oh, the audacity!
Then she asks, ever so sweetly, "And your zip code?"
"I don’t have one," I say to her as my hubby snickers, knowing that I am peeved at her treatment of my hat, uhm, yarn.